"wow, you look really tired/half-dead/dead."

it's okay. i know that's your slightly more tactful way of saying, "wow, you really look like shit!" i feel like shit too. my head's throbbing, my nose wants to fall off, my lips are chapped, my eyes are watering, and it feels as if my brain's smashing into my cranium each time i sneeze or is going to be blown out when i blow my nose. freaking allergies. i don't ever remember them being this bad. stanford has too many freaking plants. sure they look pretty and shit, but come spring time, they're all out to kill me with their pollen. maybe i need one of those clear plastic bubbles to live in--i'll be christina, the bubble girl. so i won't have any human contact...at least my liquids, nose, and brain will stay where they should.

thanks to dave for my new family-size box of kleenex though. it came just as i was down to the last one or two tissues of my old box.